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split in two	By : sappysappysappy Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 57075 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Description: Hermione has a little splinching accident. How does Hermione's head feel about the ravishing of the rest of her? I kid you not. (Takes place between 5^th and 6^th books)
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Chapter One – A Sudden Encounter

The end of July was approaching and with each passing day the hours seemed to go slower to her then in the previous day. Life at home was supposed to have many virtues, but for one Hermione Granger it was a dull and boring affair. After spending a whole month at her parents' home she could find nothing left to do with herself. She was long finished with her homework for the coming school-year (did it on the first week at home). She had gone over all her books for her upcoming sixth year (three times already). She had even finished going over the last of this year's publications of NEWT level material.
Her parents were never sure whether or not they should support her insistence to buy all the books of her upcoming years every single year. Her mother had once even suggested they could buy some trashy romances for her instead. She stamped that idea out quickly, thank God. Hadn't her diligence come handy time after time? She could never have brewed a Polyjuice potion in her second year or performed a Protean charm this year without it. Hermione's parents were good parents, she supposed, but they were busy with their job and friends and, all said and done, she was a witch and they – were dentists.
Muggledom was slowly but surely suffocating her here. She couldn't wait to go visit the Weasleys at the Burrow and see Harry. Deciding to head for Diagon Alley where she could personally check if Flourish and Blots had anything new for her, Hermione put on her robes and pointy hat, picked up her purse and went over to their electric fireplace, thanking Mr. Weasley once again for getting their fireplace approved for the Floo Network.
As Hermione got ready to go, she made a list of the day's goals in her head:
First she would stop at the public Owlery and send letters to Ron and Harry and maybe also to Ginny and Victor. It was annoying how archaic the magical world still was. Muggle Mail was so much faster and more efficient. Just like the quills and ink bottles, the quaint (read archaic) writing implements of the Wizarding World who should have been long thrown into the dust bins where they belonged. Did they never hear about ball-pens? She decided that she would talk with Mr. Weasely about establishing a rendezvous point where Muggle and Magical Mails could be exchanged.
After she'll finish with her correspondences she would go to Flourish and Blots and buy something to keep herself occupied with. She was sure she had heard a rumor once about a lost batch of Invisible Books of Invisibility. She was convinced that she could make something out of them. If she could tame a Monster Book of Monsters, surely she could discern the letters in an Invisible Book of Invisibility.
Hermione shivered slightly. She still had nightmares about the Monster book. How could she have been so stupid, so shallow? She of all people should have known she should trust the unruly book and not chain him down like a dangerous enemy. She still got tears in her eyes remembering the poor books manhandled by her cruel classmates on the first day of class. Only good old Hagrid opened her eyes to the beauty hidden beneath the rough exterior of that book.
Wiping her eyes with her sleeve she threw some Floo Powder into the fireplace and called out, "Diagon alley" in a rough voice.
As the dizzying whirling slowed and stopped she found herself in a strange and unfamiliar empty shop. Looking around at the rat skulls, pickled pixies and other dark paraphernalia around her, Hermione made her way quickly to the door hoping to find her way to more familiar areas before she met anyone.
Just as she was about to open the door and get the hell out of there post haste, the door opened to reveal a surprised looking Lucius Malfoy.
"Well, well. Fancy meeting Potter's little mudblood toy in Knockturn alley. Came to make a little extra on the side, have you? Maybe I could use your services for the night. Would a galleon be enough?"
Hermione gritted her teeth and held onto her wand with a death-grip. The bastard was supposed to be rotting in Azkaban. She'd owl the Headmaster the moment she got out of here and he'll see to it that he went back to where he belonged. The wizard claimed superiority over the likes of her based on his 'pure' bloodline but his mouth spewed such filth it called the lie to his claims. He probably didn't get any in the last two months. If she had anything to say on the matter, he won't be getting any for a long time more. "I don't want any trouble. Let me go my way and I'll leave peacefully and be out of your sight." She spat. With bullies like the Malfoys it wasn't worth to pay any attention to their taunts and insults. All that mattered was to watch his hands carefully and not let him cast any curses on you unawares.
Suddenly returning to the present moment she saw she was too late already and he held his thick long handsome wand casually in his hand.
Lucius smiled mockingly, carefully eyeing her own wand. "Do not fear, my little tart. I'm not going to hurt you. You believe that just because I follow a dark and unforgiving lord I have no honor and ambition of my own, that I would attack a helpless girl with my crafty wand.
"I will prove to you how wrong you really are. I give you my wand!" and with that he threw his wand at her.
Utterly bewildered, Hermione instinctively grabbed the precious wand, dropping her own, dragon-touched rod in the process. As she tried to understand the look of pleased contempt on her enemy's mouth she felt a familiar tugging in her navel and watched in fascinated self-disgust and horror as the handsome wand in her hands turned into a rubbery rod. How could she have been so stupid! She fell for the oldest trick in the book, grabbing one of the Weasley twins' fake wands and getting whisked away to probable torture and death by a stupid portkey that she willingly took from the master of deceit and a known enemy. She was obviously not cut out for the sort of adventures her friends kept pushing her at. The only reason she still lived so far was because she hid behind Harry Potter's mighty wand-arm and Ronald Weasley's ranty big mouth.
Remembering that she was a Gryffindor, Hermione promised herself to face her fate bravely and show no fear.
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Lucius picked up the girl's fallen wand. There was a hefty profit to be made in unregistered wands at Knockturn alley. Smiling to himself Lucius wondered what he should do with his unexpected guest. Laughing snidely to himself he went to examine the pickled pixies. The Dark Lord would be pleased. They would give him just the right high at the next dinner at his manor to make him feel like he could live forever.
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